It was then that Champagne realized they were in the parking garage.
“You do know he'd kick my ass, right?” Thomas turned off the car.
Champagne didn't want to answer that.
Thomas wasn't done yet. “Let me ask you this, does Alexis have any idea how much I want her?”
Champagne didn't have the heart to tell him that although Alexis had made comments about how good looking he is, she thought he was a straight-up dog. “She does but if you want her to take you serious, you need to be more serious and stop acting a male whore.”
Thomas knew what she was saying was true. He was getting tired of playing the game and was also ready to step it up and step up to Alexis.
Climbing out of the car, he told Champagne, “Come on, let's go catch this chump.”
Champagne walked behind him. She could feel her body shaking in anticipation of what she might witness. “We are going our separate ways, right?”
“Yes, Champagne. We've gone over this a few times already.”
“I know, but I'm trying to be sure of what we planned.”
“If you see him, you're going make sure he sees you and then I'm going to have a dinner party and you're going to say something to him that'll make him stop seeing Alexis. But if I see him first, do you think I should approach him?”
Thomas removed her hand and placed his hands on her shoulders. “Get it together. Breathe or something.”
Champagne started laughing because she realized she was having a meltdown.
This worried Thomas. “Maybe you need to sit in the car and let me handle this by myself.” ·
Champagne didn't want that to happen. She had to admit, she was curious about what was going on inside. She'd heard so many tales about swingers; and now she wanted to see for herself. Maybe if she thought of it like Hedonism, it wouldn't be so bad. After all, they'd sat next to people having sex, and once you got over the initial shock, it become almost natural.
She grabbed his hand. “Come on, let's do this.”
When they stepped up to the door, there stood two of the biggest men Champagne had ever seen. They had to both be over six feet five inches and 300 pounds.
Goddamn,
she thought.
The men frisked Thomas and looked Champagne over. She felt like they were looking inside her. The men allowed them to pass, and once inside, they showed their IDs and paid one hundred dollars to enter.
One hundred dollars,
Champagne thought. Not a lot to pay for a night of sex with anyone and in any way.
Once they walked inside, there was a long hallway with numerous rooms on either side.
Thomas looked at her and asked, “Are you ready to go our separate ways?”'
“Not yet.” She took his hand, and together they went toward the first room.
The first room must have been the “get acquainted” room. There was a lot of touching, laughing, and kissing. Basically people were sizing one another up. One of the things that surprised Champagne was that most of the people there looked like they could be your neighbor or coworker. A couple of them looked like they could be your parents.
Champagne laughed to herself. It was obvious kinkiness didn't discriminate.
“Are you ready to separate?” Thomas asked.
“Yep, I'm thinking I can handle it.”
Little did she know, in the next room two women were laying side by side, caressing one another. They were lost in their own world, with their tongues meeting, eyes closed. Champagne found them to be attractive. Both had athlete bodies. One was Puerto Rican and the other Black. Champagne always associated these places with white folks. Boy, was she wrong.
Glancing around the room, she counted three others, two men and another female. The others were drinking and observing. She watched as one of the men walked over and knelt down beside the women. They opened their eyes and pulled him in. The Black woman caught Champagne's eyes and beckoned her over.
There was no way in the world Champagne was going over there. Instead she averted her eyes, and when she felt the woman look away, she looked at them again.
The man was placing himself between the Puerto Rican's legs. He cupped her ass and pulled her up to meet his dick, which was already covered with a condom.
At least they come prepared. Champagne couldn't pull away, and when he plunged into the woman, she instantly became moist.
A man whispered in Champagne's ear, “Why don't you take off your dress?” and ran his hand across her ass.
Champagne took that as a sign to leave the room. She was about to turn the corner when someone grabbed her and threw her up against the wall.
“So this is what you do?”
Champagne was staring in Jackson's face. She couldn't help but look down and notice the outline of a hard dick on his briefs. She looked up at him and the smirk on his face. This shit is going from bad to worse. “Take your hands off me.”
Jackson pressed up against her and pushed her body into the wall. “You could come here, but you can't give me any pussy.” He looked around. “Where's your man?”
Champagne was getting ready to panic. Then she saw someone's fingers reach around Jackson's neck and pull him off her.
It was Thomas, and he looked ready to tear Jackson's ass apart. “Get your hands off her now.”
Jackson landed against the wall across from where they stood.
Thomas looked at Champagne. “You all right?”
Champagne nodded.
“I always knew you were a whore.” Jackson looked like he was ready to charge Thomas.
Thomas turned to face him. “Don't even think about it.”
Why is this happening? This is what I get for even being here.
Champagne grabbed Thomas by the arm. “Let's get out of here.”
By this time, security had arrived and told everyone they needed to leave the premises.
Jackson had to get his final words in. “Don't think this will be the last time you see me.”
Thomas stood in his face. “Are you fucking threatening her?”
Jackson wasn't backing down. “You don't look like that Zyair fellow to me.”
Champagne pulled Thomas. “Come on, ignore him. Let's go.”
Security escorted them to the door.
Once they were outside, Thomas asked Champagne, “Who was that asshole?”
“That was my old boss.”
Thomas tilted his head and frowned. “Your boss?”
“Yeah. Now you see why I quit? He was always throwing himself on me, and it just got to be too much.”
“Does Zyair know about this?”
“No. I was able to handle it.”
In exasperation, Thomas asked, “Why do women do that?”
“Do what?”
“Not tell their men when someone is harassing them? Why do you ladies think it's your job to handle it?”
“I don't speak for all women. I speak only for myself. It's not that I think it's my job to handle anything. If I can, I will, and if I can't, then I'll hand it over.”
As they were walking toward the garage, they heard a car slam on brakes. Looking up, neither could make out the person inside the car. It was DaNeen.
What the hell? DaNeen was on her way home from hanging out with her girls in the city. She was driving by the garage when she spotted Thomas and Champagne. Of course, she knew who they were. She knew who anyone was that played an important part in Zyair's life.
She glanced around to see if Zyair was on the premises. Then she remembered, he was staying at the restaurant late that night, and if she recalled correctly; she thought she'd overheard him saying to someone that Champagne had a dinner date with a client. His best friend certainly didn't look like a client to her.
She was definitely going to use this bit of information to her own advantage.
DaNeen couldn't help wondering what his woman and his best friend were doing out in the middle of the night, and why would Champagne lie about her whereabouts?
* * *
On the drive to her office, Thomas told her he didn't see Khalil. He didn't tell her that he would probably be going back there.
Champagne was disappointed that they didn't get anything on him, and pissed that she'd worked herself up into a frenzy over the whole thing.
“Maybe something else will come up,” Thomas offered as a way to console her.
“Maybe this is God's way of telling us to let things fall however they may. If Khalil is really who we think he is, it'll eventually come out.”
“You think so?”
“I don't know. It just sounded good saying it.” Thomas laughed.
When Champagne went to climb out of his car, he placed his hand on top of hers. “Thanks, Champagne.”
“For what?”
“For clearing up my misunderstanding.”
“What misunderstanding?”
“You know, the fact that I thought you didn't like me.”
Champagne kissed him on the cheek. “You're welcome. I know you're a decent man, Thomas. You just need to let others know it.”
* * *
When Champagne arrived home, Zyair was laying in the bed. “How did it go? Do you have a new client?”'
“I believe I do.” Champagne started to undress. She wanted to tell Zyair about the night's events. It was on the tip of her tongue but she decided to wait. She and Thomas would tell him together.
She went into the bathroom to shower and brush her teeth. She was horny and wanted to do something about it.
Zyair called from the bed, “Are you about to take a shower?”
“Yes, and when I get out, it's on.”
For a second there, he was curious about this impromptu shower but after hearing that it was for a session of lovemaking, that curiosity faded.
While in the shower Champagne thought about the swingers club and what she'd witnessed. It surprised her that not everyone was naked, and that there were just as many people there observing as there were participating.
She thought about the two women and the man that were making love, and found her fingers making way to her pussy. She fondled with her hairs and looked up at the shower head.
I wonder if I can make myself cum with that.
Yes, she and Zyair were going to make love but there was nothing wrong with an extra orgasm.
She took the shower head down with her right hand and spread her legs just a little wider. She took her left hand and separated the skin just above her clitoris. Champagne closed her eyes and leaned back against the shower wall. She positioned the shower head so that the water would hit the top of her clitoris and immediately she felt her legs buckle. Champagne felt a moan coming on and tried to keep it low. She didn't want Zyair to hear her. She brought the shower head closer to her clitoris so the water could hit it harder. Her pussy walls pulsated, and it wasn't long before the buildup erupted and her orgasm hit hard, buckling her knees. She pressed her lips together and looked up at the ceiling. “Oh, shit,” she whispered.
After her orgasm, she completed her shower and stepped out. She dried off and went into the bedroom, where Zyair was laying back with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed.
Champagne, on her hands and knees, straddled him and kissed him on the lips. “Open your eyes,” she told him.
He obliged.
She met his mouth with her tongue and licked his lips.
Zyair reached up for her but she grabbed his hands and held them down to his side.
“I want to do all the work,” she said. Being the man he was, Zyair didn't object.
Champagne nibbled his neck and caressed his chest. Then she moved her hands down between his legs, cupping his balls.
“You're feisty tonight,” he said. “What kind of dinner party was that?”
Champagne shushed him as her mouth made its way to his navel, where she dipped her tongue.
She knew she would be going away, she knew that she was wrong for lying to him and she knew she was wrong for her sexual thoughts that did not include him. She was going to make it up to him.
She then ran her tongue from his navel and stopped when she reached his dick. She looked at it and decided she wanted to devour it. She placed it in her mouth and covered the whole length of it. She felt it hit the back of her throat and slowly brought her mouth up and licked it with her tongue.
Zyair grabbed the back of her head and tried to push her back down.
She pushed his hands back into the bed. Looking up at him, she told him, “Let me do this my way.” She licked all around his dick and pushed it straight up so that she could lick and suck on his balls. She went back and forth, from the left testicle to the right, and then tried to put both in her mouth while stroking his dick. She let her tongue fall under his balls and ran it from his balls to his ass and back up over and over again.
Zyair was squirming and moaning.
Champagne wanted him to do more. She went back up to his dick and placed it in his mouth, licking and sucking, sucking and licking. She licked the top half and stroked the bottom half, kissed around it and started sucking again.
“Oh, girl, you're going to make me cum.” Zyair grabbed her head again and tried to push his dick down her throat.
Champagne wasn't having it. She moved his hands and climbed on top of him. She straddled him and held herself up on her feet. She sat on his dick and started moving real slow up and down, squeezing her walls when she got up top and loosening them when she slammed their bodies together.
After doing this for a couple of minutes, she pressed down on him as hard as she could and started to grind. She knew that by doing this, not only she would cum but he would as well.